Bittersweet

Interlude

Disclaimer: I don’t own them or mean any harm to the men.

Note: Ok this isn’t that good but…

Lips met and tongues dueled in a rough dance. A calloused hand tangled itself in the long hair to hold them together while the larger man forced Robby back until he collapsed on the bed, not that the bassist complained. John practically pounced the other man, straddling his hips and grasping the bed sheet on either side of John’s head.

Robby looked up at his friend through the blond fountain of hair, up at the familiar features and saw only raw lust. His cock jumped at the sight. Johnny’s lips crashed back down to his, sweat drenched and unsprayed hair getting in the way. He pulled back slightly and Robby helped him brush the locks out of the way while taking the opportunity to roll them over. He sat back and pulled his navy blue t-shirt over his head and John followed his lead, removing his wife-beater, before continuing the kiss.

Calloused hands roamed over freshly revealed flesh, tangling in chest hair, briskly tweaking nipples. Robby ground their crotches together, surprising John into breaking the kiss to gasp for breath. John attached his mouth to Robby’s long neck and used the draw to lower Robby down and rolled them over again. He continued grinding against the other man, causing Robby’s features to contort with arousal.

Each panted more and more, their groins tightening until the containment of Robby’s leather pants became near painful. He leaned his head on John’s shoulder breathlessly pleading with the man.

Johnny shoved him back on the bed and sunk to his knees. He unbuttoned and unzipped the confining leathers with his teeth, eliciting sweetly x-rated moans from the wearer, bringing a satisfied smirk to the guitarist’s face. Robby couldn’t help but jerk his hips as the mouth ghosted over his boxer-briefs. John left the bassist’s pants and underwear on, leaving the room.

Robby let out a cross between a groan and a whine of frustration, making John laugh from wherever he was. The predominantly red headed man slid off thet oft of his clothing and pulled back the covers. Suddenly rough hands bent him over the bed and a slick finger traced a path around Robby’s opening causing him to groan. John’s own breath quickened at the sound.

Robby pushed back to try and sheath the prodding digit but penetration remained elusive. John’s other hand tweaked one of the bassist’s nipples, pulling and rolling it between his fingers for a few moments before raking the remnants of his finger nails down the pudgy stomach, stopping short of Robby’s cock.

Just as Robby thought he was going to go insane, two fingers plunged into his opening and a hand wrapped around his cock. He scrunched shut his eye to fight the pain of two fingers in his barely stretched ass. The hand jerking him helped bring pleasure to the forefront as the fingers started to move inside him, taking time in stretching his muscles. The hand on his cock slowed to a stop as John added a third fi, mo, more gently this time, after Robby was more than fully stretched.

When the muscles relaxed around his fingers John moved both his hands to Robby’s hips and thrust inside him with practiced ease. They both held still and relished in the contact. When John did pull out and thrust back in his motions were rhythmic and angled to hit Robby’s prostate. Both men grunted and groaned and Robby met John thrust for thrust, the blonde practically holding him off the floor.

Tension built, groans and moans increased, and soon John felt the familiar tightening in his balls moments before he spilt his seed, groaning. He pulled out and collapsed beside the bed. Halfheartedly he raised a hand to Robby’s cock and in a few swift strokes the other man came, calling Johnny’s name. He joined his friend on the floor, eyes closed in the after effect of an orgasm, and when he opened them was met by a cocky smirk.

He hoisted himself to the farthest side of the bed and patted the space next to him, offering Johnny a place to lie down. The smirk disappeared and a look of pretension came to his features. He shook his head slowly and looked away, searching for his discarded clothes. Had Johnny looked at his friend’s face he would have seen the hurt, rejection, and betrayal that crossed his face.